......................................................................... At work the next morning just after my lunch as was my want,I had to...use the men's room. We had several departments of workers on our floor and only two bathrooms to accommodate a sizable workforce. There were only a half dozen or so urinals and were often full, usually a small wait was necessary, especially after lunch and just before quitting time. Today was no different and as I waited, I chatted with a thin. " She handed me the envelope which containedten labels for each of the thirteen members of the team, 130 labels andinstructions as to where and how they were to be positioned. "I wantthem sewn on and everything washed, ironed and the boots all cleaned byWednesday lunch-time understand?" Yes miss." I curtseyed, although I wondered how on earth I was going toget it all done."There is washing powder, cotton thread and a needle in the bag, isthere anything else you require?"Time I thought, more. He reached to my ass and started to play with the plug. “Push it out.” He whispered loudly. I did. I felt him grabbing it with his fingertips. I twitched and moaned. He pulled it out and showed it to me. “I think you’re ready now.” He pulled my head up and pushed the plug into my mouth. “Lay down on the floor, on your back.” I wasted no time hustling to obey. He got on his knees and grabbed the bottom of my dress. He ripped it. Kept ripping. I was moaning and writhing as he discarded my. After he came down he had a shocked face, because I wore a one piece that showed off most of my white thighs. I could see him staring at them. I giggled and asked, “Do you want anything?” To which he said, “No.”Whenever he was around I used to bend a lot so that he could see what panties I wore that day. Next day after his bath I went into the bathroom and saw my yesterday’s panty soaked in cum, I tasted it, felt divine. That day again I wore a saree with a blouse that felt like a bra, and.